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    Children of the world, we'll do it
    We'll meet on endless shores
    Making sandcastles and floating our boats
    While people fight and defend their point of view
    Forever putting on masks that are new
    We'll swing the tide of time and do it.

    Children of the world, we'll do it
    With song and dance and innocent bliss
    And the soft caress of a loving kiss
    We'll do it.


    While traders trade and haggle their price
    And politicians try so hard to be nice
    We'll meet on endless shores and floating our boats
    We'll do it.

    While lawyers argue and doctors treat
    Stockbrokers quote the price on meat
    While preachers preach and ring the bell
    Carpetbaggers with something to sell
    We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss
    With the soft caress of a loving kiss
    We'll do it.
    Meeting on endless shores
    Making sandcastles and floating our boats
    We'll do it.

    We'll ride the rainbow, a cloud, a storm
    Flying in the wind, we'll change our form
    We'll reach the stars, embrace the moon
    We'll break the barrier and be there soon

    While architects plan their buildings high
    And trade unions raise their hue and cry
    While boardroom squabbles generate heat
    And in secret places dealers meet

    We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss
    And the soft caress of a loving kiss
    We'll do it.

    While philosophers grapple and continue to tackle
    Endless dilemmas of body and mind
    Physicists wander, continue to ponder
    Perennial questions of space and time
    Archeologists survey, continue to dig
    Bygone treasures small and big

    Psychologists probe, analyze the tears
    Of hysterical notions, phobias, fears


    While priests take confessions
    In a serious session
    And people struggle
    In the hustle and bustle
    In the noise and din
    On the meaning of sin
    We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon
    Break the barrier, arrive there soon
    Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm
    Flying in the wind, changing our form

    Children of the world, we'll do it
    With song and dance and innocent bliss
    The soft caress of a loving kiss
    We'll do it.


    Any of my fellow psychoanalysts want to pick this apart?

    I try not to judge, but this dude lives in a seriously different world.
    "I predict your ignore will rival Ben's" - Ecofarm
    ^ The Poly equivalent of:
    "I hope you can see this 'cause I'm [flipping you off] as hard as I can" - Ignignokt the Mooninite

  • #2
    Is he dying?

    JM
    Jon Miller-
    I AM.CANADIAN
    GENERATION 35: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.

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    • #3
      Whose tombstone?
      No matter where you go, there you are. - Buckaroo Banzai
      "I played it [Civilization] for three months and then realised I hadn't done any work. In the end, I had to delete all the saved files and smash the CD." Iain Banks, author

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      • #4
        I prefer pepperoni on mine, thanks.
        <Reverend> IRC is just multiplayer notepad.
        I like your SNOOPY POSTER! - While you Wait quote.

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